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Mar 2012
I dreamt you visited me--
showed up on my doorstep,
hands in pockets

There were birds chirping
                       and the sky was mute

I showed you around and
didn’t hold your hand-

the bluffs,
the chapel,  the abandoned house,
       a heap of doors inside,
by the sagging staircase.

I woke up
before I could answer your question.
Emily Clarke
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